My fat ass.

My fat ass.

... the journey to find my inner stripper.

I’m 28, goth-ish and I live in Seattle. I’ve got two cats and a life partner- we’ve been together for 9 years. I grew up in Western New York, I’ve been a vegetarian for 16 years and I’m a fatty.

I don’t think that fat is a nasty thing to say, I don’t hate my body now nor have I ever. I am just on the search for a skinnier me so I’ll look hot in my wedding photos. I am recanting my tales of this weight loss goal here, as publicly as I can, because maybe I’ll help someone out, or inspire, or maybe you’ll laugh at me or with me- doesn’t matter, it’s the internet and I does what I wants.

Please, feel free to ask me anything.

Here comes the bride…? Sorry it’s been so long, isn’t that what I’m supposed to say after a long hiatus? Well, I’m true. I haven’t forgotten the blogiverse. I’ve just been focused on being depressed (it’s Seattle in the winter, thats the way it is.) and trying to make sure I don’t fell miserably far behind in school. (Which I haven’t even a little, so go me.)

The other week I was able to wrangle up some of my girlfriends to bring along to the torture that is David’s Bridal so they could all laugh with me as I tried on the froofy dresses, and here’s the proof. I’m currently a Formal dress size 20, which I don’t feel terrible about, but am eager to carve a few numerals off that before “the big day”.

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